The dice came up three, with Amy's piece joining Jan's on the red space. She picked up a card dispassionately,
and read it out in a disconcerting monotone.
"A petite frame is well and good,
But you don't look as a woman should,
Grow and swell and curve and jiggle,
Six foot tall, with an ass to wiggle."
Amy began to grow taller, shooting up from five foot to five foot five, then five foot eight, then six foot
tall. Her hips widened out as her jeans tore at the seams, tits swelling and growing until only Chris's were
bigger. She stood before them, an Amazonian beauty with a voluptuous figure.
Jan and Alice seethed. This fucking game. First their friend got enslaved, now she was so much hotter than
them. And since they couldn't leave or disrupt the game, they'd have to watch whatever antics the master and
slave got up to.
Chris stood up, not caring to hide his massive tent. "Amy... you..." He couldn't believe he owned such a
gorgeous creature. "Take off the rest of your clothes."
Amy smiled as she pulled off the remnants of her jeans and socks, and wiggled over to her master, who was
standing with awe on his face. "Come here and massage my boobs," said Chris, sitting down again. "They're...
getting painful."
"Yes, Master." She leaned over behind Chris and took them in her hands, kneading and caressing his breasts.
"Um..." said Jan. "Remember, you need to wish us all back to normal if you win." She was ignored, as Chris
moaned in pleasure. Jan turned to Alice. "You need to roll before this gets out of hand."